Poem by Walter Savage Landor

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Tell me not things past all belief;
  One truth in you I prove;
The flame of anger, bright and brief,
  Sharpens the barb of Love.

1. Twenty Years Hence My Eyes May Grow
2. With Rosy Hand a Little Girl Prest Down
3. Well I Remember How You Smiled
4. Dirce
5. Child of a Day

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